In Another Life Poem by Saoirse Dove

How wonderous of a girl she once was.
Now all her arms are wrapped up in gauze.
Bright as the sun rising high on the horizon.
But now her mind takes the vicious lies to tie in.

In another life, she may have lived to see her sister grow up.
But not in this one, she was only seen as a major screw-up.
Those people who told her, 'Just kill yourself'.
Don't know what's hidden behind her bookshelf.

Pills, a knife, a gun, a rope, how would she commit?
Life was a mountain, one which she would never reach the summit.
The words that slashed in her deeper than her knife.
Were the only things she remembered when she took her life.

In another life, maybe someone would have told her to stop.
But not in this one, she just needed some pills to pop.
The snickers and the glares became far too much.
Only to her poems, did her dead hands clutch.